Everything seems to go over my head
Am I stupid, am I just braindead
Won't you repair my wings
Oh, I miss the summer breeze
Soon I'll be flying again
Oh, won't you soar with me
Looking back for a brand new start
Being chased by a great white shark
Wearing chains, wearing heels
Miss the taste of your favourite meals
Mine is a glue that will rarely adhere
I only really hear what I want to hear
Won't you retract your bid
Feign a smile, flip your lid
Soon you'll be trying again
Looking back for a brand new start
Wrote a book just to tear apart
Wearing chains, wearing heels
Miss the taste of your favourite meals